The Quitter
I sat on the cabin’s rickety porch, looked out at the rain coming down in sheets, and jonesed for a cigarette. Two days into my self-imposed detox exile, I was pretty confident that my third attempt to quit smoking was going to end in failure. Both previous attempts to quit had been played out in […]
Mine.
I don’t usually write this kind of straight-up erotica. But we’ve been discussing the shortcomings of D/s representations in 50 Shades of Grey, lamenting the fact that the author felt the need to make the protagonist so absurdly innocent, observing the fact that, for all the BDSM trappings, the sex was strangely vanillaish. Dangerous Sweets […]